Pretend You Don't Remember

You think back on what happened, and the only emotion you can come up with is disgust. You actually cross dressed as a girl in front of not just friends, but family! And not only that, you had let your best friend fuck you up the ass while moaning like a sissy bitch. What the fuck is wrong with me? No, Bob is right - some things are best forgotten.

"Well, whether that's true or not, unless you have some hidden cameras here it'll probably stay that way."

"I don't just mean last night, dude, I mean the whole fucking summer."

"So do I."

"Hahaha," Bob bursts out laughing, tears flowing from his eyes.

"What's so fucking funny?"

"Man, I can't take you seriously when you're dressed like that!"

You blush as you rip off the clothes, throwing them in the trash. "Where the fuck did you even come up with this stupid idea?"

"Me? You're the one who suggested the sissy shit!"

"Yeah, right!" You scoff as you begin to dress in your ordinary clothes.

"I just thought you were so thirsty for my cock you were hoping I'd fuck you more often as a girl!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, short memory?"

"Actually, this whole summer is just one fuzzy hangover."

"Amen to that!" Bob toasts with what remains of the vodka.

You smile as you leave. It was fun, but no more of this sissy shit, you promise yourself. I hope.